Cain's eyes widened as he saw Deniel summon that single plasma wing.
They were strikingly similar to his own Chaos Wings—manifestations capable of drawing directly from the power of the Universe Matrix. That alone was shocking, but what came next shattered his expectations entirely.
"Chaos of Rage: Old God's Roar!"
"A Chaos Art!?"
Cain's shock deepened.
Before he could react, an ancient and demonic phantom head materialized around Deniel. The entity was grotesque beyond reason, its form distorted and unnatural, radiating a primal terror that seemed to come from the very origin of chaos itself.
Then it opened its jaws.
A roar erupted.
The sound was not merely loud—it was overwhelming, carrying a force that transcended the physical. It struck Cain head-on, halting his advance mid-dive and sending him spiraling backward into the sky. Blood burst from his mouth in thick streams as his internal organs trembled violently under the impact.
